I hold this intimation close
So close it’s kept well hidden
Or if not hidden unlikely to be found
A thought that very likely isn’t
But might be
Just a conspiracy of suppositions
Fantasies of transgressions
Unrealized but never unthought
Thoughts to hold
Silently smiling
At unrealized perfection
Fingertips playing contrapuntally
Independent melodies played together
In the midnight light of a held thought
Tracing maybes in the dark
Intertwined fantasies wait patiently
Parked
David Trudel © 2013
This sits well.
Thanks Seb!